Message-ID: <12713eli$9807051830@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12713.txt>
From: "Libsoc_Navigator" <ala@icon.co.za>
Subject: Genesis <J L Abrahamsohn> [ScFi FF anal mc] (2/100)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <6nj3s8$659$1@hermes.is.co.za>

Disclaimer and Copyright Notice:

This story is intended to be viewed by adult audiences who are over the age
of 21 years and who wish to view explicit and/or alternative modes or forms
of sexuality or sexual activity detailed and described. If this does NOT
describe you or if this kind of material is illegal in your jurisdiction or
offensive to you, then DO NOT READ FURTHER AND DELETE THE CONTENTS OF THIS
MESSAGE immediately. You have been warned ! If you continue to read further
you do so at your own risk and the author will not be liable for any damage
you or anyone else may sustain arising out of your reading or use of this
message in any way whatsoever in contravention of any criminal or civil
laws, regulations, judicial precedents, or ordinances in any jurisdiction on
planet earth.

The contents of this communication may be freely distributed and archived by
alt.sex.stories.moderated without the permission of the author. It may also
be freely distributed by others and placed on non-commercial web-pages,
subject to the authors written permission and the limits of use imposed
therein. Save for the aforegoing limited right of distribution and
archiving, copyright will continue to subsist in the contents of this
story/message, and the authors rights in respect of copyright law are
strictly and expressly reserved. This story/message may not be sold, or
placed on a commercial site, nor on a site for which a person has to pay to
gain access. All of this is subject to the condition that this story may not
be distributed, archived, placed on a web-page or in any way or manner
disseminated, displayed in/on or stored in any data storage device or form
of communication/media in an incomplete or altered manner, save for
reasonable grammatical changes and changes of format, or without this
disclaimer and copyright notice being prominently displayed as part of this
communication. It is expressly forbidden to use or communicate this message
in a manner which would intentionally contravene the terms of the
Disclaimer.

Copyright © (1998) JL Abrahamsohn

Constructive criticism is welcomed :)

The maiden, leaving one arm with its elegantly crafted, lightly muscled
curvature, wrapped tightly around Ellie-May’s back, reached down with the
other to take the storm lantern trapped in Ellie-Mays tight fingers. Ellie
May’s chin lay resting on the smooth gently curving ridge of the maiden’s
shoulder, as she inhaled the heady aroma exuding from the sheen on young
nymph’s oiled body. Her eyes tightly shut, she could feel the itchy feeling
that had started in her groin begin to move up to where her nipples were
unfolding into slowly hardening nubbins. Slowly, and being careful not to
lose the tight hold on her body, the maiden sank slowly to her knees, her
breasts and chest leaving a stained oily tracked  down the front of
Ellie-May’s cotton men’s pajamas.

The maiden carefully placed the lantern out of harms way, through the
doorway, on the floor beyond. Ellie-May’s mind was a turmoil of confusing
thoughts. Where did this nubile apparition come from ? Where was Jiang ? She
did not see him in this room. How had the Lijun family allowed itself to be
debauched in this manner. Why had they now passed out on the floor,
slumbering in blissful ignorance of this young woman’s continued sensual
rampage. They lay there on the floor in a disheveled manner, their sexual
organs exposed to full view, with the sopping evidence of their  encounter
glistening in the flickering light of the storm lanterns in their recessed
wall alcoves. Ellie-May knew this was sinful, she knew that this woman was
now attempting to tempt her down paths of carnal unrighteousness, acting in
ways between two women, that if not condemned in her holy bible, were at
least condemned by her church. But where had she come from ? Who was she ?
She was certainly no girl from the village, and in her travels, Ellie-May
had seen no Chinese woman who even approached her unearthly beauty. She was
human, or at least looked human, but certainly her beauty displayed a summit
of  human aesthetic and sensual perfection not found among organic humans.
Ellie-May was narrow-minded, but not unworldly. She had done her fair share
of outreach towards the fallen sisterhood around the globe.

She decided that she must pull away immediately and demand to know who this
slut was, and what the meaning of this outrage was. But she found that her
tongue cleaved unto her mouth, her nerveless arms remained at her plump
sides, and her legs remained rooted to the spot, as her senses were fogged
by the delicious aroma emanating from the nymph’s torso. "Surely, then, she
must be some kind of demon ?", Ellie-May thought bewildered; as with one
swift movement, the maiden pulled her pajama trousers and "sensible"
undergarments down to her rotund ankles.
Ellie-May gasped, as the cool night air flayed her exposed thighs, and the
disorganised tumbleweed patch of her mons veneris. She squealed as the
maiden rested her glistening forehead on her lower tummy, breathing a
steady, regular, stream of  heated puffs on the curly fur patch below. She
then rubbed her forehead in quick swipes across this patch of bare skin. The
ambient gaseous molecules exuded by her breathing settled like a thin veil
across the targeted area, and were absorbed quickly into the female
missionary’s body. Within seconds Ellie-May felt an incandescent
sensuousness erupt within her pelvic girdle, as the twin hybrid nerve agents
took effect. Her pussy lips unfurled like the thick glistening petals of a
rubbery rose as her cunny begun to leak narrow runnels of clear lubricating
fluid. Her legs gave way and Ellie-May  sank squeaking to the floor, her
legs splaying of their own accord.

Within seconds the maiden curled her arms around Ellie-Mays upper thighs,
her delicate elbows resting on the ground, her tautly fleshed forearms
pulling them tenderly apart, the light muscles sharply defined by this
effort in the flickering light of the lamps. Ellie-May lay back, trying to
lift her arms to beat off this demonic houri, but found that her nerveless
arms would not function, beyond allowing her to prop herself up on her
forearms. She noticed, almost detached from herself, that her nipples and
aureole had swollen into twin peaks of engorged lust, and that a trickle of
sweat had passed down the narrow valley between them. She noticed that,
never mind not being able to withdraw from this lustful encounter, her pussy
region had taken on a life of its own, and was straining towards the angelic
face of  the delicate plunderer of her Christian virtue, in an unseemly
manner. This brazen lustiness on the part of her pudenda was in total
contradiction to the thoughts of disgust that were pervading what conscious
grip she still had on the rational faculties of her mind.

She squeaked as she felt the fine tip of an index finger gently smearing her
liquids and the hybrid body "oil" together onto her anal aperture which
clenched and then unclenched as the liquidised oil went to work on the
sphincter’s nerve network. The maiden had ceased to breathe on the inflated
lips of her pussy, but had, instead, found her small clitoral nodule with
the tip of the tab of flesh, (which looked identical to a thickly sinuously
flexible human tongue) at the end of her "barrel-tongue". This tab was now
vibrating like a buzzing nuclear fusion powered chainsaw on her clitty in
delicate sharply defined nano-movements at a speed to quick for the human
eye to follow. All that Ellie-May could see was a blur of "tongue". Now and
again, once every three milliseconds, the buzzing would stop, so that just
the tip of the tiny nodules on the tip of the tab of tongue could slowly
rotate and describe delicate flowing circles on Elli-May’s pink pearl, like
the tip of the nano-nib of a nano-quill for a brief moment in time. Reams of
ecstasy prose were inscribed on this Christian woman’s  clitoris, as the
pleasure centres in her brain lit up like a bank of emergency lights on a
failing nuclear power station.

Her anus began to dilate from the heat of the intense arousal, and she felt
a long-stemmed finger gently probe for any blocking turds, as it gently
twisted and turned to open up this dank sweating passage by degrees. Finding
no blockage, the maiden then made her next move. Just before Ellie-May’s
pudgy thighs closed in a headcracking crunch of sensual bliss, the maiden’s
head dipped below, as her hands and arms simultaneously uncurled from the
thighs which they had held in place like steel bands, in one swift lightning
movement.

One hand snaked below to Ellie-May’s coccyx, where it elevated her buttocks
to the point where her dilated swollen soaked brown hole was fully exposed
at a 45 degree angle, whereupon, at that very instant, the maiden’s
barrel-tongue disappeared into its depths in a single plunging movement that
ricocheted a hammering pleasure wave across the parameters of Ellie-May’s
consciousness.

 Simultaneously, pressing her forearm against the back of Ellie-May’s
thighs, the nymph forced her legs back towards her chest, exposing the
plateau of her sodden quim. She then swiveled her long-fingered hands
towards this patch of joy, and hooked two fingers up inside Ellie-Mays
vaginal barrel, pulling up to expose the patch upon which her clitty rested,
while just the tip of her delicate thumb gently swept the tip of the nubbin
in circles of teasing delight, like a ballerina on her pointed toe. The
fingertips within the missionary’s pussy whirled and stimulated the flesh
twixt vaginal barrel and nubbin, the arch between the maiden’s thumb and
finger sweeping in windscreen-wiper movements across the upper rim of the
entrance to her vagina.

Ellie-May was beside herself with pleasure, her neural network cooking on
the flames of the sexual fire lit inside her body. She felt the tongue of
her tormentress abrading the inner surface of her rectal tunnel in tandem
with the sweeping and more refined attention paid to her vaginal tunnel and
clitty. Images invaded her mind, as the walls of the room seemed to melt and
circles of rainbow light exploded in her consciousness. From afar she looked
at herself with awe as she humped and shrieked and screamed and bounced, all
within the control of the uncanny slut who had inflicted such deviant
perversions on her. Her head was a mess of matted strands, her body
overflowed with sweat as all the glands seemed to open up and overflow in a
torrent of indescribable sensual bliss. The mud-packed floor beneath her had
turned into a mud swamp due to the raging storm of her body’s surrender to a
lust that did not know its origin and could not predict the peaks it would
reach.

In this maelstrom she could not detect the narrow catheter-like feeder tube
as it emerged from the tunnel of the nymph’s tongue deep within her rectum.
A nano-sized cell passed through this tube, and was quickly absorbed into
the rectal lining. The lips of the maiden sealed in an airlock-tight vice
around her anal rim ensured that this cell would not be exposed to the toxic
atmosphere of the blue-green planet where an alien race had found its new
home.

The ecstasy broke in a tidal wave within her body, and Ellie-May subsided as
the maiden gently lowered her flabby form. The maiden could detect her
snores through the sensors embedded in her flesh, which covered her entire
body like an organic radar. The maiden’s tongue slid from the plundered
depths of Ellie-May’s anus leaving it gaping, red, dilated. The barrel
withdrew into her mouth, her "teeth" reforming in that instant,
non-distinguishable by sight from any human, except by their perfectly
straight pearly-white perfection. Outside the early morning light was
creeping up on Henan Province, China, Mother Earth.







-- 
+----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+
| <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> |
| Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |
<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>